Journey of a commodity's image
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Holding a degree

Getting in illusion

Got out

With the air free.


A commodity was ready

For business deals to take place

Buyers will be coming in evening

At fearful place.


That musty commodity

Needed dusting and adornments

Some sort of Disagreeable it was

Scolding was necessary

To tell it how to portray and behave.


That stares on me for hours

Horrifies me the most

Just to find a single mistake

In my created moulds.


Deals final

Dates too

Trying to be happy

As ‘good-girls’ do.


Gradually, a wish was woven

Everything gleamed

Pleasant it was

I felt, as a dream.


Got a lover for me

Best he was

I, the best girl for him

In being.


Everything happened

And we were in blanket together.


Gradually, after enduring all tortures

And sweating without chimney

It became my duty

To serve myself naked and nude

On that spongy mattress

That was rude.


Still the dream didn’t break

Thought myself most loved one

To be touched by him daily

One by one, that went

From foot to leg to hands and to breast,

It was a testimony to my desirability.


Like the slime that hand holds

Like the banana that people unfold.


The most intimate relation

It was

Everything for me he was

I was his dinner that he consumed after night’s meal.


Shhhhh! Silent

No one knows

That destroyed heart

Behind the smiling soul.


Today my mind told me to be bold

To have my self-respect hold

I am not going to unveil my treasure

I knew he’ll understand

As I was his pleasure.


I forbade him

The illusion broke

I don’t know

How developed a nightmare from a dream.


After hours, rebukes, hits

And violence, and torture

I was nothing

Just only a piece of shit.


I wrapped my furs

And headed to my hope

So-called Natal

Repulsed to admit that

Family-broker where.


Remember that degree

It became a blessing

Now I tell little girls

‘Don’t be a commodity’.


Losing hope,

I am still in this world

To prevent any little girl

From becoming a commodity.


I have left those scars

Now, I am the person who I want

I am the leader of my life

Who wishes to run and roam

And buy commodities which my heart told.






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